Sandwich bags.
Why couldn't I have thought of these?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Before I Was a Mom
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether
or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my
mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming
child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether
or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my
mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming
child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Facebook Updates
It seems I spend a bit of time on Facebook. The thing is I know it. Here are the last few postings I have had. It goes from newest to oldest.
Katrina Potter Patty is off to bed!
Katrina Potter Patty is off the ball games!
Katrina Potter Patty has another busy day. Planning scouts for tonight, working on my Kindergarten Wednesday night lesson for Mission's, contemplating going to the pool company for shock, working on Operation Christmas Child stuff (that's right no typo). Well maybe not a busy day but I could fit a couple of more things in. EVIL EVIL Facebook
Katrina Potter Patty Now how about this one. Nobody puts Baby in the corner!
Katrina Potter Patty Grease is the word is the word is the word.....
Katrina Potter Patty just got back from Operation Christmas Child kick off.
Katrina Potter Patty just watched the local 155th leave from Tupelo. It was so sad. Cars pulled over on the side of the road for them. Motorcycles & Police Officers were leading, following & escorting them.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to the ball fields AGAIN!
Katrina Potter Patty is headed off to lead a bunch of kindergarteners make Mother's Day crafts. FUN FUN FUN.....really!
Katrina Potter Patty dang I am gonna miss my friends tonight while they are supporting LeBonheur. Think of me while I am sitting at the ball fields.
Katrina Potter Patty Women rule the world...men are just here for the company. Just heard it on a commercial.
Katrina Potter Patty has to take her overweight dog for yearly shots, drop off a riding mower with the trailer, get some mulch, spread it, get ready to teach kindergarteners tonight & hopefully have a Mountain Dew somewhere in between.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to work on new empty bowls for next years Salvation Army Empty Bowls Luncheon.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed out to a baseball game & then to Boy Scouts.
Katrina Potter Patty is back from a wet & cold baseball practice.
Katrina Potter Patty is relaxing & watching movies with her guys tonight.
Katrina Potter Patty What do you think the purpose of life is? To be useful & make a difference in life.
Katrina Potter Patty Wants everyone to know that you can get you some good seats for Alan Jackson tonight. I just checked online & the good seats that have been held back are being released. Section 102 Row 3 near the stage came up.
Katrina Potter Patty wants to update her blog but can't seem to get the gumption (is that a word) up to do it.
Katrina Potter Patty now has an official Boy Scout in the house. Chris did a crossover ceremony at church tonight. It was really special.
Katrina Potter Patty is waiting on word from family that had straight line winds come through Scottsboro early this morning. Tore the town up pretty bad. Alot of people with no electricity. My sister has power so she took my mom that had no power a pot of coffee. All is well in their life now.
Katrina Potter Patty is off to bed!
Katrina Potter Patty is off the ball games!
Katrina Potter Patty has another busy day. Planning scouts for tonight, working on my Kindergarten Wednesday night lesson for Mission's, contemplating going to the pool company for shock, working on Operation Christmas Child stuff (that's right no typo). Well maybe not a busy day but I could fit a couple of more things in. EVIL EVIL Facebook
Katrina Potter Patty Now how about this one. Nobody puts Baby in the corner!
Katrina Potter Patty Grease is the word is the word is the word.....
Katrina Potter Patty just got back from Operation Christmas Child kick off.
Katrina Potter Patty just watched the local 155th leave from Tupelo. It was so sad. Cars pulled over on the side of the road for them. Motorcycles & Police Officers were leading, following & escorting them.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to the ball fields AGAIN!
Katrina Potter Patty is headed off to lead a bunch of kindergarteners make Mother's Day crafts. FUN FUN FUN.....really!
Katrina Potter Patty dang I am gonna miss my friends tonight while they are supporting LeBonheur. Think of me while I am sitting at the ball fields.
Katrina Potter Patty Women rule the world...men are just here for the company. Just heard it on a commercial.
Katrina Potter Patty has to take her overweight dog for yearly shots, drop off a riding mower with the trailer, get some mulch, spread it, get ready to teach kindergarteners tonight & hopefully have a Mountain Dew somewhere in between.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to work on new empty bowls for next years Salvation Army Empty Bowls Luncheon.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed out to a baseball game & then to Boy Scouts.
Katrina Potter Patty is back from a wet & cold baseball practice.
Katrina Potter Patty is relaxing & watching movies with her guys tonight.
Katrina Potter Patty What do you think the purpose of life is? To be useful & make a difference in life.
Katrina Potter Patty Wants everyone to know that you can get you some good seats for Alan Jackson tonight. I just checked online & the good seats that have been held back are being released. Section 102 Row 3 near the stage came up.
Katrina Potter Patty wants to update her blog but can't seem to get the gumption (is that a word) up to do it.
Katrina Potter Patty now has an official Boy Scout in the house. Chris did a crossover ceremony at church tonight. It was really special.
Katrina Potter Patty is waiting on word from family that had straight line winds come through Scottsboro early this morning. Tore the town up pretty bad. Alot of people with no electricity. My sister has power so she took my mom that had no power a pot of coffee. All is well in their life now.
Confession
I AM HORRIBLE AT BLOGGING! But I had to share this.
We have been so busy here at The Patty home. Both boys had games tonight. One at 6:00 the other at 7:00. Matthew is my little eater. Each time we pass the snack area he says he wants to go to the Confession Stand. No matter how many times I say concession he still says confession. What did we turn Catholic & I wasn't paying attention?
We have been so busy here at The Patty home. Both boys had games tonight. One at 6:00 the other at 7:00. Matthew is my little eater. Each time we pass the snack area he says he wants to go to the Confession Stand. No matter how many times I say concession he still says confession. What did we turn Catholic & I wasn't paying attention?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Tupelo sendoff for the 155th
READ MORE ABOUT THE SEND OFF'S AROUND THE AREA
I took the boys to school this morning & heard my friend Kelli (who is a Co-Host of "Your Hometown Morning Show" WIZARD 106 in Tupelo) talking about our local 155th leaving Tupelo.
Well I had my camera with me but really just headed over to the Armory to see the goings on. In route I passed the buses, big trucks, motorcycles (Patriot Guard Riders), Police cars & family in a convoy. Cars were pulling over for these guys. RESPECT. That is what came to my mind. These guys need it. I heard they are on their way for training for 2 weeks & then headed out of the country. Some for at least a year. I could not imagine. As I have said in previous post I have great respect for the servicemen & women. I have a ton of family serving.
Keep all these guys in your prayers as they serve our country & protect us.
CLICK ON PICTURES FOR LARGER VIEW
Made from my rear view mirror
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with
you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular
workout routine
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and
give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named
Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and
model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.
He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a
dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the
skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout
today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already
aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be
a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put
weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made
the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer
or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other
club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in
shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a
half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that jerk Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other
human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic
little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if
you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or
anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir
director?
SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice
wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want
to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to
even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the
Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a
hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have
sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular
workout routine
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and
give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named
Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and
model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.
He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a
dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the
skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout
today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already
aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be
a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put
weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made
the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer
or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other
club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in
shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a
half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that jerk Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other
human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic
little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if
you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or
anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir
director?
SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice
wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want
to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to
even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the
Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a
hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have
sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
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